I grin into her hair. “You like the knife, Pup?”
“Don’t cut me, Donnie.”
Tyler shuffles. “Put the knife down now, Donnie.”
I slide my hand across and squeeze her big tit before dipping my hand down her belly and into her black leggings. I shove my hand between her thighs, curling two fingers in her folds. She moans deep and needy—insatiable. “Oh, you like the knife, hey, Pup?”Fuck me, she’s hot here. I fuck her with my fingers. Hot and fucking soaking. I grind my cock between the crease of her arse. “You’re so ours.”
“Is she wet?” Ty asks, licking his lips, excited.
“Take her pants off and see for yourself.”
I hold her to my chest with the blade kissing her neck. I would never hurt her, but she likes to think I may. She likes the dark places I take her, the rough way I possess her, the anger and jealousy in my obsession.
Tyler drops to his knees and pulls her leggings and underwear down, leaving them a puddle of black, swallowing her ankles and feet.
I slide my fingers deeper, and his mouth meets her clit, tongue licking my fingers and her.
Rubbing my cock between her arse cheeks, I take my time watching them over the top of her head, watching her nipples stiffen, my brother’s eyes close, indulging. Watch her heavy breasts, more than two hands; well, that’s fucking perfect because we have four.
Six, with Dexter.
I don’t know if he’s coming tonight or willing to cement his place with us. It was all fun and games last time when he thought he only had a few nights with us. But now he is free. Free to do what he pleases, with whom he pleases. Will he be willing to share her? Like this? I honestly don’t know.
Vallie thought it was too soon. That we should wait for him to get settled. I say, throw him in the deep end, see if the fucker can swim with us. No need for floaties; he’s a big boy. It’s now or never. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a damn privilege to be a part of this. He needs to see that, and fast.
Vallie’s moans peak to cries as Tyler uses his fucking concert pianist tongue on her clit while I twist my fingers against her inner walls.
She leans harder into me.
“Don’t slip, Pup. The knife is sharp.”
She comes to my dangerous declaration, her thighs trembling to hold herself up while a wild orgasm twists her limbs to coils. “God.Fuck. Donnie. Tyler.”
“I need to come.” Tyler’s words are heavy with desperation as he stands, throws his mask to the side and removes his jeans as if they are his enemy.
I lower the knife and push her to the bed for my twin to mount. He’ll say he’s struggling to come because she went away last night, but the unease started earlier than that.
I know my sweet brother.
Every inch of muscles, every little tic.
It started a few weeks after Dexter’s return when we discussed sharing her tonight as a way to break the ice and bare our souls—dark, depraved, dangerous.
He is nervous about what his big brother will think of him, of the way he fucks, of the psychotic waves. It is easy for Ty to get triggered. He needs to feel good.
Watching them, my favourite thing to do, I slowly undress as they kiss and moan on the mattress. My cock smashes my abdomen while they gently make out. Memorise. They are sweet. My brother and my wife are damn adorable. I’ll do anything for them. For this.
Removing her shirt, he presses his face between her tits and groans. She calms the voice of trauma in his mind, feeding her hands into his hair. Gentle. Gentle with him.
“Vallie, Vallie, Vallie.” He groans, rubbing his face against her plump tits, mouthing each nipple, playing.
My balls tighten just watching my twin enjoy her, like I can feel it, too. “You’re going to suck my bone, Pup. You’re going to swallow it while your pussy makes my brother come.”
Tyler lifts his head. “I get to come inside her first?”
“Like I said…” I circle them, stopping at the top of the bed. Reaching to cup her soft cheek, guiding her towards my dripping cock, I say, “I’ll pay you back.”
Vallie opens her mouth and swallows my cock, an insatiable acceptance, approving my kindness to my brother. She sucks me hard, letting me know she’s happy with me.